Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.